Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series) (4 page)

“Beg me for my cock, Lady.”

I began to beg and plead as he continued to taunt me with only the head of his cock, until my cries were so loud that I hoped no one could hear me.

“Pleeeeze, I’m begging you to fuck me!” I screamed loudly.

“Take meeeeeeee.”

His thrust
s became more forceful until once again I was screaming out in satisfaction.

Who was this man that played my body like an instrument? I didn’t care right now, because right now I was fulfilling the fantasy of being his sexual fantasy. We were meeting a need in each other that no one else could meet.

Akmal

       I leaned down and purposely smeared her red lipstick. I will make her cry one day just to see her mascara run black down that beautiful porcelain complexion of hers.

Control excites me—a
woman’s fear excites me—Leila excites me.

I taunted her barely pushing the head of my cock into her soaked opening until she was crying. T
ears streamed down her face. I had yet to see her mascara smear; the little bitch was wearing water-proof. Her lip trembled as she cried out to me. Her eyes locked onto me as if I was the only one in her universe.

“Why are you doing this, Akmal? Why are teasing me? I’ll do anything! Fuck me already.”

“Now that will get you fucked girl! You just keep right on telling me that you will do anything.”

And so……
she did…….

Lady

       I awoke the next morning to Farah bringing me coffee.
She was Akmal’s sister and the wife of the man who abducted me. Awkward didn’t begin to describe how I felt.

She spoke as I eyed her.

“Master, is away today and he stated that he will send for you later this evening. My name is Farah and I am at your disposal should you need anything. Feel free to roam the house—except for the third floor.”

“What’s on the third floor? I asked.

“That is not for you or I to know, only Master.”

“Why do you call him Master?”

“Because, he is the Master of the house and though he is my brother it helps to keep the other servants in line, it is a mindset.”

From what I
could tell Akmal still lived in many of his Middle Eastern ways even though he seemed to be Americanized. The man was an enigma to say the least. Figuring him and my roll with him out was not going to be an easy task.

“What does he do for a living?” I asked, not really expecting an answer.

Farah’s head jerked around so quickly that it startled me. “You are never to inquire about personal matters. Master is very private and what he does, or does not do, is none of our business. My advice to you would be that you enjoy your vacation here and mind your own business. One more thing, you are not to leave the property. You could put yourself in danger by doing so; it is of utmost importance that you do not disobey in this matter.”

Vacation!?!
What a bitch. Sure, whatever.

Words like disobey: don’t seat well with me. Words like danger: only peak my curiosity. Words like prohibited: only entice me.

It was time to do some research on this guy. I had a nagging suspicion that Akmal was involved in something illegal. Just how much danger was I in? I had a right to know. If Akmal was privy to privacy then I was sure as hell privy to safety. Getting killed; sure as hell wasn’t part of the deal. Who was I kidding? This guy was my kidnapper not some business acquaintance that I had made a deal with and for all I knew he was a terrorist. If I found that to be true, I had every intention of seeing him fry!

As soon as Farah left I put my plan into action.

When the staff had referred to this place as a palace they were not kidding. Everything about this place intrigued me—it was
like stepping back in time. I found myself wondering if there was a library here. I would use that as an alibi if I got caught snooping around.

I decided that it would be better to wait and explore the prohibited third floor. I could imagine sirens going off if I attempted to. I didn’t how in depth this guy
’s security system was and I needed for these people to trust me if I was ever going to be successful in escaping.

It took about twenty minutes of me sneaking around to find the library. I hit pay dirt because I found a computer that had been left
on. I could feel my adrenaline surge as I sat down to try and access my e-mail accounts. I couldn’t believe it when it allowed me to send one out. My excitement at the success of having outside communication didn’t last for long when it kept informing me that I had been unsuccessful. I didn’t know whether it was a security set up on the computer or if he actually had my e-mail accounts deleted. Surely he didn’t have the ability to hack into my personal accounts. The only person that had that info was my manager. The intrusive thought of my manager being involved with my abduction caused an ice cold fear to run through my veins. I knew that Danny was a money grubber who would use the press to his advantage, but surely he wouldn’t go this far—would he?

Tears of
frustration fell down my cheeks, frustration due to not being able to access my accounts and frustration of knowing the truth that people saw me as nothing but a means to an end—a mere cash cow. It seemed that the more I found out about my abductors—the less that I knew.

The reality that this could be nothing but a kidnapping scam that my manager had cooked up made me sick to my stomach—how could he?

I could only hope that my active imagination was working overtime. My manager’s betrayal would mean my whole life being turned upside down. His job description covered so much that I couldn’t handle doing on my own.

I pushed the chair away from the desk and made my way to the book shelves, I would do what I always did when I needed to escape….I would read…

I eyed the blinking red light that I wore on my wrist band.

Well, well, that didn’t take long.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I need to make a call.” I excused myself from the meeting and made my way into the hallway.

I spoke to my personal assistant knowing that he would get the job done. “Hamal, don’t let that little bitch out of your sight. I want you stationed outside of her room and with her wherever she goes.”

“She just went for a walk. Farah informed her not to go off of the grounds.”

“Find…..The…….Bitch……..Now…..” Akmal growled.

All that Hamal could think was:
This is not good.

Lady

   I made my way down the long driveway and out the gate with no one even noticing. I guess that keeping an eye on me wasn’t that big of a deal
—the fact that a delivery truck was there had the servants preoccupied.

I don’t know why but it went right through me when Farah talked to me as if I were her ten year old
child. I wasn’t about to have his staff mandating rules to me. I have enough people telling me what to do in my career; I don’t need it in my personal life too. The fact the bitch thought that she was going to take it out on me because her husband kidnapped me wasn’t seating well with me.

To put it bluntly, Farah pissed me off. I have always had a problem with people telling me what to do. As ironic that it is that my career demands that other people tell me what to do, that doesn’t mean that I like it. I e
specially don’t like it when it is the people who kidnapped me and gave me no choice in the matter.

I was pissed! I wanted out of here and the anger of knowing that my manager
possibly may have been the one behind this kidnapping had me pissed beyond words. If I found out that Danny had done this for a publicity stunt he was going to lose more than just his job.

                                             Akmal

      “You stupid cunt! I gave you one job to do and you fucked it up. You should have known when she started asking questions that she was up to something.”

Farah screamed out as Akmal’s hand appeared from nowhere and a slap landed across her cheek. Grant it, the slap hurt, but it wasn’t the fact that she had been slapped that caused her agony, it was the fact
that she had displeased her brother that caused the tears to stream down her face.

She would have to do better. Sh
e couldn’t take the chance of bringing shame to the family. Yes………She would have to do much better.

Being Akmal’s sister didn’t change the fact that she was a woman and being a woman in the Middle East meant that she was subservient to men. Farah was not Americanized and she lived her life by the old world rules and standards. To bring shame on her family was not going to happen—she would have to do better…

Lady

“Missy,” I heard from behind me and I had no sooner turned to view the source of the voice, then things literally went black.

Akmal

       The guard sat in the back of the cargo van eyeing Lady’s drugged body. He couldn’t see her face because they had bagged it so to speak by throwing a hood over her head.

H
e touched her creamy white arm—her skin was so different than his. He immediately felt his cock harden. He continued to touch it with curiosity and noted that it had a blue undertone to it.

Everything in him wanted to pull t
hat black, shiny, short sleeved summer sweater up. He could feel his cock getting harder, she was so beautiful.

His partn
er spoke as if reading his mind, “You had better leave that bitch alone, thinking with the wrong head is going to get you in trouble or killed; as crazy as Akmal is.”

The guys pulled up just in time to keep the poor girl from being groped against her will, though
when Akmal got his hands on her she would be much more than a victim of groping.

Akmal eyed the motionless body that lay before him and very calmly asked, “Was I not clear in my instr
uctions?  I specifically stated that she would be disciplined in the dungeon upon her arrival.”

“How am I supposed to satisfy my sadistic tendencies on an incoherent victim? And that is a rhetorical question, not in need of an answer; from an idiot such as you.”

The guard never saw the backhand blow coming. He did however feel the blood that trickled down his already swelling lip.

“Get her picked up and put on the bed!”

Akmal suddenly turned and viciously eyed his assistant, “Did either of you touch her?”

Akmal looked back and forth
between the two massive body guards, awaiting an answer.

“I realize that English is your second language, but if someone
does not answer me immediately then I am going to indulge my sadistic tendencies with a whip.”

The bodyguard hung his head, he was certain that Akmal could hear his heart beating out of his chest; for fear.

“Only her arm Master, that is all, I swear to you Master.”